Dom/Sub

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I was having a conversation a couple weeks ago with a friend and somewhere in the course of the conversation I made a comment about how I feel like the first couple times I sleep with someone that I doubt it is very good because I’m nervous and I don’t want  to push the limits to far to fast but I also don’t want to be boring in bed. The conversation quickly turned into talking about what was considered to much and what we think freaks guys out.

I’ll be the first to admit that I probably like freakier stuff then most. I’m ok with having someones hands around my throat (not for long), with being tied up, told what to do, smacked/spanked, toys… I think you get the picture. But it take me a while to feel comfortable enough with a person to actually admit to any of that. Lets be serious guts claim they are ok with all that but I’d say 50% probably aren’t. I asked a couple of guy friends once about it and basically what I gathered was that yea its ok but sometimes it makes the guy feel like you want all of that because just normal sex with him isn’t good enough. I guess I kind of understand that.

I can’t speak for other girls but for me that isn’t the case or at least up until I have never needed that stuff in bed because normal sex was boring. Actually  now that I think about it when the normal sex is really good thats when I really want to try more of the Dom/Sub sex. There is something really freeing about being completely submissive to someone. Some of the best orgasms I have ever had are from being barely touched. It’s all about the trust, the trust that he won’t hurt you and trusting that he is going to make you feel amazing. Being blind folded, told to lay on your with your back legs spread and not to move, because if you move it all stops, and you have no idea when, where or how he is going to touch you…. I mean damn. All the anticipation builds up and the slightest touch in the right spot and bam you are done.

I hate not being in control when if comes to pretty much everything but in the bed with the right person giving up that control is amazing. I haven’t had Dom/Sub sex in a while unfortunately. The closest I came was about 6 months ago with Mr. Whitewater. I had hinted that I wanted him to put his hand on my throat while he was on top of me. He literally stops and looks at me and says, “Alex I’m about to become a licensed EMT I can’t not choke you!” My response, “perfect if something goes wrong you will know what to do!” He did n’t find that as funny as I did and it still took him a while to warm up to the idea and we were probably having sex at minimum twice a day at this point. We broke up before we could “try” anything else.

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I personally see nothing wrong with some 50 Shades of Gray sex. What about you, what is your take on Dom/Sub?
alex

The One Night Stand

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I know this is going to sound shocking but i have never had one. Yes you read that right, I Alex have never had a one night stand… everyone I’ve hooked up with I have been dating or had feelings for. I have never just taken a random guy home from a bar or where ever, slept with him and never spoken to him again.

But apparently its something every girl should do once… or so my friends say. All this stuff with Mr. Whitewater has really fucked with my head (I’ll tell you about that tomorrow) that I am actually considering doing this. I think, maybe, I don’t know. Something about sleeping with a random guy just for the hell of it doesn’t sound like fun to me. What the fuck are you suppose to do in the morning lol?! What if its awkward? What if he is super small? What if he can’t kiss? Oh man lol the number of things that can go wrong seem endless. If someone could please explain to me what is so great about one night stands I am all ears but I think for right now I’m just going to stick with my vibrator until I find someone I want to date.
alex

Never Say Never

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Ok two second update: I swallowed my pride and said I was sorry the other night. He (Mr.Whitewater) told me if I pulled something like that again he was done. He said if we were going to date then i needed to at least try and open up…. I agreed to try. Which leads me to the actually reason I’m writing this today…

 

Last night a bunch of us had a fire and were drinking and just hanging out. No big deal. We played some game called stump, which involves throwing a hammer up catching it and how ever you catch it is how you have to hold it when you try to hammer someone else’s nail into the stump. Drunk people should not play this game is all I’m saying lol. Anyway Mr. Whitewater had to be up really early this morning so at about midnight or so him and I leave the party. I’m drunk but not hammered just drunk and happy… and horny (go figure).Mind you we had just had sex a couple hours ago when I went home for lunch…

We get back to his place and I strip and just climb in bed, he got the hint. And it didn’t take long before we were having sex. Thats when he flips me on to my stomach, which normally I totally cool with getting it from behind. Next thing I know his hand is in that one place I said I would never let anything go… Naturally I tried to stand up I mean I kinda freaked can you blame it was the first time anyone had ever even tried that! he kept me pinned to the bed and managed to stay inside me the whole time. He whispers in my ear just relax… RELAX are you kidding me!? You are trying to put your finger in my ass and you want me to relax!!!! I give the guy credit though.. he actually got me to relax and next thing I know his finger is in me.

he was sweet about it though. I means sweet as a guy can be when he has his dick in you and his finger in your ass. He asked if I was ok if I wanted him to sot pro keep going. I’m not sure why I said I was fine and agree to let him try it with his dick but I did. Maybe it was alcohol maybe I was just curious maybe he he I trust him more than I realized but regardless of what it was I let him do the one thing I swore I would never let anyone do. Its and interesting feeling to say the least I’m not sure if I like it or not yet. Its different thats for sure. When we finished all I could say for a couple minutes was I feel like you just took  my second virginity hahahaha.

Well I can cross another thing off my list I guess.
alex

What a Girl’s Outfit at the Bar Says About Her

What a Girl’s Outfit at the Bar Says About Her.

by Ariana Basseri on February 20, 2014

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This is the definition of judging a book by its cover, so hear me out.

I’ve worn all these ensembles and had the correlating personas to back it up. As a girl, you can be the babe looking like you belongs at “da club” on Friday and be dressed like a kindergarten teacher Saturday. It all goes back to when you were rifling through your closet earlier that night.

Here is a guide to help you read how she’s feeling- all based on what she left her pregame wearing.

Skin-Tight American Apparel

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What It Means: I’m a confident badass. I’ve worked my ass off at the gym and resisted Chipotle for the last forty-eight hours. I’m going to be a lightweight tonight because I ate a piece of toast for dinner six hours ago. You can see when I inhale and I have nothing to hide. If I’m wearing underwear, it’s hiked up to my waist and I literally look like a silhouette of my naked self. You have a good chance to later discover my stick-on bra if I don’t leave the bar early to eat some street meat.

Cultural reference: 2007 Paris Hilton

Flowy top over jeans with major cleavage

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What It Means:  I have my period. I’d like to distract from the 5 pounds of water weight being distributed randomly on my body by showing major chest action. I’m overcompensating with heavy makeup and my highest heels. I probably cried earlier that day about an incorrect sandwich order, so please be sensitive. You won’t completely score with me tonight, but you’ll get me at my best breasts.

Cultural reference: Mindy Lahiri from The Mindy Project

Hipster – Dark

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What It Means:  I’m bored and DGAF chic. I’m wearing a floppy hat, thick-rimmed glasses and caplet thing. My hair may also be in a high bun. I think I’m too good for this shit. I’m going to talk authors, gallery openings and the most expensive fair-trade coffee I’ve ever had to scare you off. I will completely lose interest in you unless you pull up a seat and offer me your American Spirits. Negative points for Camel Crushes, who do you think I am?

Cultural reference: Daria (Daria. Obvi.)

Hipster- Light

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What It Means: I’m high. I’m wearing a loose ethereal flowing dress with sandals. I’d love to talk about the energy of this place and drink your beer without permission. I will say yes to join you on the d-floor and tell you 100% more than you ever wanted to know about your zodiac sign. I’d love to leave this place to go meet your bong named Klaus.

Cultural reference: Jessa from Girls

Daytime Outfit

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What It Means:  I was pressured into this. I have no fucks to give. My shirt is some cotton blend and I’ve been wearing it since breakfast. My friends forced me to leave my apartment and I have a cab waiting for me outside. I can be swayed to have a good time but my un-styled ponytail and faded makeup is cramping my confidence. I won’t believe your compliments so don’t try. Actually, just don’t try at all.

Cultural reference: Lindsay Lohan

Future Politician’s Wife

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What It Means:  I’m secret sexy. I’m all done up and my hair is perfectly quaffed. Don’t take my high neckline and pearls as a deterrent. You think I’m going to be no fun, and you are so wrong. Even drunk I keep total composure through the night and never skip a beat when whipping out that sorority pose for pictures. I’ll take you up on your drink offer and will eventually unleash my wild side if you are worthy. I’m your librarian/secretary fantasy realized.

Cultural reference: Claire Underwood (House of Cards)

Basic Bitch

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What It Means:  It’s not a bad thing. I>’m on point with the rest of the female population in here. My outfit can be summed up as “cute!!” I’m wearing jeans or a bandage skirt, party top and heels. So are all my friends. This is an average night out and I can see it going anywhere. After all, I can easily pull this outfit off tomorrow morning at Starbucks with little judgment from thebaristas.

Cultural reference: Anyone ever cast as “hot club girl.”

Top pic via The Chive

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Dating Stories

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So lately you have been reading about our dates the good, the bad and the sexual, now we want to hear about some of yours! Go to our Between The Sheets page and send us your best or worst dating stories! We will then take all of your stories and post them anonymously so don’t worry no one will ever know it was you that it happened to 🙂 This is open to anyone it can be your story a friends story we just want to hear about some of the crazy things that y’all have gotten yourselves into!
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Mr. Off Limits

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I’ve been dating if I should tell this story and some others that go along with it but here it goes…

So a little over a month ago I went to grab drinks with a guy friend of mine. I’ve been friends with him and his room mate since I moved here so it wasn’t a date or anything. He had just gotten out of a relationship and just wanted to go out and take his mind off things. I’m always down to go grab a drink so we met up at a local bar. If had been a while since we had hung out so we had a lot of catching up to do. He gave me shit about sleeping with his room mate this past summer and I gave him shit for dating a girl that was bat shit crazy. We were flirting but I didn’t think to much into it because thats how we had always been with each other. Well the drinks were just kept coming and so did a couple shots… we were going to leave and he makes a comment about how good he was at the basketball game. Me being my typical smart ass self said if you score over 70 I’ll kiss you. Where this came from I have no idea. We had never messed around and I had never even thought about him like that. I blame it on the drinks!

He didn’t score over 70… I didn’t really expect him to either considering he is a soccer player. I go to walk towards the door and to my surprise he grabs my hand and pins me to the basketball machine. I was shocked to say the least but I did kiss him back. Also not my fault lol I get very turned on when a guy is rough and the fact that one this caught me so off guard, two we were in a public place and three he was a good kisser I was putty in his hands, for the moment. I did come back to my senses soon though, I pulled away gave him a look and walked out of the bar.

(I blame the rest of the night on that look…)

Of course he followed and I knew he would. I was getting my keys out and he pulled them from my hands, pinned my arms to my car and whispered in my ear I’m driving get in now. When did he start being so bold I have no idea but hey who was I to question it. I got in the passenger side. He didn’t touch me in the car he didn’t even say a word, I’m not normally the girl who just waits but I sat there and mirrored his actions. We get back he opens my door takes my hand and causally walks in the building and to my apartment like nothing had ever happened. He lets me unlock the door and I’m barely inside for he has me up against the wall. I’m not sure if I ever had my clothes taken off so fast! We were knocking things off the wall, off the counters trying to find the bed. I’m not sure if it was the drinks or the fact that we knew we shouldn’t be doing it because of his room mate and the fact that he had just gotten out of a relationship a week but it was probably some of the best sex I’ve had to date. I’m talking hair pulling, back scratch, piss of the neighbors, bruises and carpet burn kind of sex.

We both had to work in the morning but since we live in the same building he just crashed at my place. He has to be up stupid early for work, I’m talking 4:30am. I don’t remember hearing his alarm but the next thing I know he is pulling me on top of him. If I could have an orgasm for an alarm clock every morning I wouldn’t be complaining. We finish he kisses me on the forehead and he leaves for work.

Is this as bad as I think it is?

This is just the first installment of stories I have about Mr. Off Limits… trust me more crazy things have happen recently. Stay Tuned!!
alex

Road Dome

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You know how you go through those phases when your always out with your girlfriends getting “too drunk”? Fact: while going through a drunken stupor do NOT call/text the guy you like. We all do it, send that drunken text or leave that voicemail then embarrassingly go crawl under a rock when they don’t respond or answer.

One night Alex and I were out (again), we got hammered aka: it was a fun night. My American bad boy texted me and invited us to his VIP table at this new club right around the corner. We went. I remember walking in and just loved looking at him. He has this infectious smile with a devious smirk. We partied all night and when it came time to leave Alex went her way and I went his way. Probably one of my drunkest nights ever. Lets just say when I drink = I get super horny.

On the way to his house in his fancy car I decided to make a bold move. I took my seatbelt off leaned over and started kissing his neck. He moaned as I moved my hands down south in his pants. I unzipped and moved my mouth to his penis. It was so hot how excited he was because he was clearly not expecting this. Personally, I love to give head, I think its so hot but only if you make it hot. Does that make sense? Anyways I continued to gee him road head until we pulled up to his house. He yanked me out of his car and we were stumbling into his house. He ripped my dress off and pinned me up against the wall. We literally started fucking up against the wall. But he would stop and move to different places right before I would cum. The couch, kitchen counter, stairs, we had sex everywhere and it was so hot.

I woke up in his bed the next morning thinking…am I a whore? This guy is not even my boyfriend and this is our second time hanging out ever. Two for two…am I a slut?

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